[ It's probably more instinct than actual desire that's had Harley eyeing possible escape routes. She has absolutely no plan for what she would actually do if she managed to get out. She doesn't even know what's beyond the walls of this prison. Is this even a heavily populated planet? Do the aliens even actually live on this planet or are they simply using robots and broadcasting to control the prison population from a nearby space-station?

Who knows. It's not like she would be able to navigate her way home once she got out of here. But, there's still that little piece of her that nags at her to get out whenever she's locked up. It's like leaving a kid in a room with a big, red button and telling them not to push it. The immediate pressing desire is to do what you're told not to.

Harley hands over the lighter and watches Jesse as he readies the joint. ]

A car? Pfft. Remind me to bring you weed more often.

[ She jokes, but settles down when Jesse lights the joint, the pleasantly skunky smell filling the air around him as he exhales. ]

Good, right? I'm hopin' to find some seeds somewhere. Maybe I can request something from commissary; I don't know. A little smoke might make this place a whole lot better.

[ Harley reaches out for the joint, taking a long drag when Jesse passes it to her, then using her lips and cheeks to puff out short breaths, making some smoke rings and watching them stretch and distort before disappearing. She can feel the tingling behind her eyes almost immediately, forgetting how strong the weed in Gotham was. Not to mention it's been a while since she last smoked. She taps the ash from the end and then passes it back, sliding an arm around Jesse's back to lean into him a little bit. ]

I don't think I've ever had this good a time on a date before.